Page 6 of The Halo & the Heathen
It’s only for a moment, but it’s enough to send my mind spinning.
“Will you run away?” he asks. “Or will you really doanything?”
He releases me and I know there’s no point running. He’ll only catch me again. He might never let me go again.
Sitting back in the dark tumble of rocks, he looks like a prince of hell, waiting for a supplicant to suck his—
He pulls away the tattered cloth that wrapped around his waist and I swallow a little of the trepidation it immediately shocks through me.
But it’s not the only feeling that squirms in my veins.
Thick and dark and studded through with piercings, the nameless demon’s cock should scare me into retreat.
Licking my lips, I take a step forward.
“No,” he says, stopping me. “If you want to come to me. You’ll do it on your knees.”
I blink at him and then, I look down.
The floor is rough and uneven. If he was a human man, I’d tell him to fuck off, grab my things and go.
But I can’t leave without the halo. I don’t really have a choice.
I keep my eyes locked on his as I go to all fours.
The stones are sharp and brittle against my knees and I feel them tear at my skin.
Each movement hurts, each touch to the ground bites like the sharpest teeth.
By the time I reach him, I don’t know how I can stay upright on my brutalized knees.
My hands are covered in a layer of grit and slicked with blood.
I look at them and try not to shake.
But before I can ask him to let me clean them off, he scoops a handful of clear liquid from a depression in the rock beside him and pours it over my skin.
I jerk away, gasping, the moment it touches me. It’s not water. Even the hottest water wouldn’t burn that much. I curse under my breath and turn to say worse to him.
His smile stops me.
Hewantsme to fail.
Gritting my teeth, I wait for the tremors to cease and the pain to ebb. I can’t fail.
“Does it hurt?”
I glare up at him. “Yes.”
“Good.” He strokes himself… harder, bigger.
“Everything here is pain, pest.” He tips my face up with a claw. “Are you still willing to do anything?”
I nod, too afraid to trust my voice. Iwantto tell him to fuck off… I want to know what he tastes like.
Fingers trembling, still, I clench my teeth as I wrap my hand around his hot skin. Eventually, that pain will become background noise.
I wrap my hand around the bulbous tip and work my way down in small movements.
